Back to Mullingar (Perfectly Imperfect, Niall Horan fanfic)

Unspoken Feelings and Bowling games

Niall's P.O.V :

I walked out by Kylie's back door, shutting it behind me. I leant my back against it, resting the back of my head on the hard wooden surface.

What on earth had just happened ? I still couldn't believe that everything that was on my mind crossed my mouth and reached the ears of the beautiful american girl whose face immediately popped in the private theater of my mind. I felt like the biggest idiot who ever walked on the face of earth.

But then I remembered how her gorgeous features lightenned up with a wide smile when I reached the point of telling her how I felt about her. What really bothered me though was that I didn't and couldn't tell her what I was truly hidding in terms of feelings. My feelings went far deeper than me just liking her.

She'd captivated me, ever since I first laid my eyes on her the day she walked in that biology class, and I never realized that until now, this very moment, when I recalled the numerous times I found myself counting the hours left before I got to see her again, the few texts we've exchanged starting the moment our numbers found themselves in our contact list. All of that in the space of just above a week. Was it even possible ?

She was really something different, in every possible level, and what me beam even wider was when I remembered the sound of her melodious voice telling me her feelings towards me were mutual. How in the world did I get lucky to just have been able to meet such a brilliant and utterly amazing girl as Kylie ? This was a question I'll probably would never find the answer to. Although I couldn't help but make endless hypotheses in my mind, the most important one being something related to divine intervention. But thinking of it now, it sounded quite delusional.

Adding to the mutual feelings was the possibility of a relationship coming alive between us. US, a word that on paper was just two letters, one syllable, but could hold so much signification in reality.

Was any of this real ? I half-expected myself to wake up in my messy vast room, my face fading in a disappointed one once I'd realise it was just a dream. But none of that ever happened, and no one knew how grateful I was.

I walked around the house, and strolled off to my car once I made sure I was no way visible to Kylie's dad.

I didn't quite get why I was so apprehensive about him finding out I was there, since Kylie told me he clearly stated I was welcome anytime. But I brushed the thought off, climbing in the vehicle and turning the radio on. " Let Me Love You " started blasting through the massive speakers as I remembered It was Kylie's favourite song and that day when I brought her back home from our trip the the funfair, and we sang along to the top of our lungs. She's making me do things I've never dreamt of before. She was definitely special. 

My lips curled up in a wide smile at the thought of her.  

I couldn't wait for the half hour to go fast so I could have her close to me again.

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Kylie's P.O.V

At 6pm sharp I shakingly swung the front door open and stepped outside into the fresh evening air.  

I peered my head around back to the house to see if my dad was anywhere near.  

He had darted upstairs as soon as he greeted me earlier.  

Realizing he wasn't coming down any sooner, I shut the door behind me, the loud bang signaling it was ready to be locked. I did leave a note on the kitchen counter anyway.

I started walking down to the other side of the street once I spotted Niall's massive vehicle.

I never really got what men craved about enormous cars. To me, there were so huge and unbelievably hard to drive. But I guess that's why they love them, it literally gives them an excuse to act tough around people, especially the women population, and be nonchalant about it.